10 October 2019, The Tablet

It’s good to come across married saints, even if they’re unlucky in life


It’s good to come across married saints, even if  they’re unlucky in life
 

In Santiago de Compostela last week I was baffled by a life-size coloured statue on an altarpiece. It was of a man in a crimson eighteenth-century waistcoat and breeches, a powdered wig on his head, in one hand a sort of virge and on the other a bird.

This was in the Romanesque church of Santa Maria Salome (the only one in Spain), which in the Baroque era was done up nicely with gilt barley-sugar columns. Mozart is not venerated ecclesiastically, so who, I wondered, could this saint be?

A cartouche on the wall nearby was put there by Sebastián Malvar, Archbishop of Santiago 1784-95. (A formidable character, he had, as a missionary in South America, taken on both the Viceroy of the River Plate and the messianic Tupac Amaru II.) It kindly offered an indulgence of 80 days for a Pater and an Ave before this image of the glorious martyr St Julian.


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